Wings

What if the storm comes?

I have wings

That carry me up and above

I can watch

And relax

Knowing the wind has my back

I can soar

I can see afar

The storm is not as big

Or as wide as I thought

I can choose to walk 

Or fly through it

My choice to be one

With all there is

And all there is to be

I am safe

My choice to walk through the storm

Or fly above it

My choice to swim 

Or glide below the swirling waters

To take in the beauty

Of everything below and beneath

The calm that is free for the taking

Above the clouds 

Or beyond the depths

It is all mine to see

To take and make mine.

-Shobana